The Weekend - NYLA текст песни

You say you like New York better than L.A.

And I just sit there

I believe that you like looking like a Ramone

And I would rather kiss a Beach Boy



Feel the sand beneath my toes

And feel the sun burn up my nose

I'll give you all of my black clothes

Just light your smoke and watch me go



Come come come again?

What was that you said?

Listen carefully

And maybe then you'll see



That this time, this time, next year, next year

I won't be here

This time, this time, next year, next year

I won't be here



'Cause I'm so sick of dreary winters

And mornings spent in subway stations

Going to a job I hate

More and more with every day

I want the lifestyle of the rich and famous

While you prefer to remain nameless

But that's you, hey, and this is me

I'm gonna live the fantasy



Come come come again?

What was that you said?

Listen carefully

And maybe then you ll see



That this time, this time, next year, next year

I won't be here

This time, this time, next year, next year

I won't be here

This time, next year, I won't, be here



You say you like New York better than L.A.

And I just sit there

I believe that you like looking like a Ramone

When I would rather kiss a Beach Boy



Come come come again?

What was that you said?

Listen carefully

And maybe then you'll see



Come come come again?

What was that you said?

Listen carefully

And maybe then you'll see



That this time, this time, next year, next year

I won't be here

This time, this time, next year, next year

I won't be here

This time, next year, I won't, be here

This time, this time, next year, next year

I won't be here

This time, this time, next year, next year

I won't be here

This time, next year, I won't, be here



Come come come again?

What was that you said?

Listen carefully

And maybe then you'll see...